“Next time do you want me to come in just a coat? Be completely naked for you?” she asked. She didn’t know if she’d ever have the guts to do something like that, but for Preacher, she’d give it a try.

“Fuck no. There’s no chance in hell I’d ever let anyone catch you naked.” He kissed her hard. “You’re all mine, Robin. Not even Bishop can catch a glimpse of you.”

Preacher pushed her legs wide, his fingers finding her slick heat.

“You’re so wet.”

“I’ve been thinking about you.”

“Good.” He pushed a finger inside her, then a second. She watched him as his thumb stroked across her clit, igniting a need so great she didn’t know if she was going to be able to hold it together.

“You can’t scream. You’re going to have to come silently,” he said.

With his other hand, he covered her mouth.

“I can’t have any of the guys running in here trying to help.”

She gasped as he twirled his fingers inside her and started to stroke over a zone within her body that made her ache and scream, desperate for more.

“Fuck, look how sexy you are. Yeah, baby, you want it, don’t you?”

“Yes, please don’t stop.”

“I’ve no intention of doing so. I want to see you come apart for me.”

His hand covered her mouth the instant she began to come. He muffled the sound of her climax, but it didn’t stop her from enjoying it. The moment it was over, she collapsed against him, and he continued to stroke her, building her for a second, but this time, she didn’t come.

When she was close to orgasm, he stopped touching her and slid his cock deep inside her.

He felt perfect.

He pushed her back, and she stared into his eyes, holding onto him as he began to move.

“I’m not going to look at this desk the same way again. Do you know that? I’m going to be thinking about how good you look, and how much I want to see you come apart for me.”

His dirty words only served to enhance her need for him. He rode her hard, the desk not moving.

“Fuck. I’m not going to last.”

She felt him come, and as he did, it set off a mini-orgasm within her. Afterward, they were both panting.

“I didn’t expect that,” she said.

He kissed her again, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips before sliding in. “What were you expecting?”

“I don’t know, but not that.”

“When it comes to you, I can’t control myself.” He kissed her hard.

“I hate you leaving at night.”

“I know. It’s not easy for me to kiss and leave.”

“Then stay. We said we weren’t going to be sneaking around.”